The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 141 - Looking Down on Ciel (2/2)

“Although I did indeed use the Roswell family name and initial capital, every penny I spend is earned by myself,” Avena realized she hadn’t told Ciel these things, explaining, “The largest shares in the company, mines, and factories are in my hands.”

“Then you’re super rich now?” Ciel asked somewhat surprisedly. She previously always thought Avena spent money given by the family, about one or two thousand pounds per month, but now it seemed Avena was even richer than she imagined.

“If you ask me to directly take out over ten thousand to help you buy a title, it’s indeed possible.” Avena shook her head, saying, “But doing so, the company would go bankrupt.”

“What I do is just small business. The real big businesses are in the hands of Ansu and the overseas companies.”

“Is that so...” Ciel nodded, having a judgment of Avena’s approximate wealth.

Her assets definitely started from twenty or thirty thousand pounds, but the actual funds she could directly access probably wouldn’t exceed seven thousand pounds; more, and the capital chain might not turn.

“Are you short of money?” Avena looked at Ciel’s thoughtful expression and asked.

“Me? Not short, the organization will give me money.” Ciel shook her head.

Even for the “Musician” potion, unless absolutely necessary, Ciel wouldn’t borrow money from Avena. After all, she had too many ways to obtain potions, didn’t necessarily need money.

Even letting Tara gather cultists in the simulation to charge the Ansu royal city, then stealing a bottle of “Musician” potion and the Reconstitution Ritual amidst the chaos before directly committing suicide would be fine, but that felt somewhat like using a cannon to shoot a mosquito.

“You’ve finished reporting safety?” Avena looked at Ciel and asked, “You seem to have a lot of free time.”

“Yeah.” Ciel nodded, raised her hand to touch her stomach, saying, “Ate too much snacks and desserts.”

“Then I’ll pick a set of clothes for you?” Avena’s gaze very naturally shifted from Ciel’s face to the bookshelf, seemingly distracted looking at book titles.

“Alright.”

“Go to my room.” After hearing Ciel’s reply, Avena turned directly and walked towards the door. Ciel also followed, one behind the other, walking out of the study.

Just walking out of the study, Ciel saw a young girl with a golden curly ponytail, standing in the gallery admiring paintings. The girl, hearing the two come out, lowered her head slightly in surprise and greeted them.

“Good afternoon, Lady Avena, and this beautiful young lady.”

“Good afternoon, Isabella.” Avena also nodded slightly, greeting the girl.

Ciel, passing by, also followed Avena’s example, nodding lightly, smiling, “Good afternoon.”

Soon, Avena led Ciel past the ponytail girl, walking straight upstairs. The girl left behind watched their backs, nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought.

Just as I thought... that red-haired girl’s identity isn’t simple.

Hard to make breakthroughs with Avena to build a good relationship, but the girl beside her seems simpler. Perhaps start with her...

While Isabella was still deep in thought, Ciel had already followed Avena back to her room. After turning around and closing the door, Avena led Ciel straight towards the dressing room.

Opening the dressing room door, the space inside was twice as large as the living room of the house Ciel rented. Clothes hung inside dazzlingly, usually maintained by dedicated maids.

There were even two dedicated glass cabinets for storing various jewelry. The various gems inside glittered under the light, instantly attracting Ciel’s eyes.

Noticing Ciel’s gaze, Avena said, “The raw materials for these jewelry basically cost nothing, just the processing fee is relatively expensive. Whichever you like, you can choose directly.”

“No... just looking...” Ciel withdrew her gaze.

In her eyes, those glittering things weren’t jewelry, but stacks upon stacks of gold pounds.

Avena walked to one of the cabinets, took out a new slip from inside, handed it to Ciel, saying, “Take off your clothes, I’ll help you match.”

Avena had seen her naked body many times already. Ciel felt no shyness, hearing Avena’s words, she consciously took off all her clothes, changing into the new slip.

At this moment, Avena, picking and choosing at the wardrobe over there, heard the rustling sound of Ciel changing clothes, strongly resisted the urge to turn her head, but her hands already started shaking slightly.

Her heart was in turmoil.

Previously, Avena had changed clothes for the unconscious Ciel before. But back then, Avena was more “gentlemanly,” avoiding looking if possible, just normally helping Ciel change clothes.

Moreover, the unconscious Ciel, even completely naked, didn’t evoke any special feeling in Avena’s heart. But with Ciel awake, Avena found it somewhat hard to control her gaze, even when Ciel was dressed.

“What color do you like?” Seeming to alleviate her gradually accelerating heartbeat, Avena asked casually.

“Black, I guess.” Ciel tugged at her slip and replied.

Not that she really liked black, mainly felt this color was relatively low-key, should suit her better.

Black...

Is the color of my hair...

Avena couldn’t help letting her thoughts wander. Closing the wardrobe before her, she opened another wardrobe full of black formal dresses, picking out a relatively simple one from the dazzling array of clothes.

This was a style with a white pleated shirt paired with a black puffy skirt. The collar and sleeves were adorned with fluffy lace ruffles. Paired with a black short cloak to further break up the overall color, it was considered a relatively popular style recently.

Ciel seemed not to like fancy decorations and lace. This one should be suitable as a formal dress, just need to pair with some accessories...

However... when did I buy this dress? Why don’t I have any impression?

Avena handed the set of clothes in her hand to Ciel, saying, “Try this one.”

After handing the clothes to Ciel, Avena walked past Ciel, went to the accessory cabinet, and started picking accessories for Ciel.

When she finished picking a ruby pendant to match Ciel’s red hair, she looked back. Ciel had already changed into the new clothes, standing in place, tugging at the ruffles on the sleeves, seemingly somewhat unaccustomed.

“These clothes are too light... feels like they’ll let the wind in.” The light clothes rubbed against the silk slip, making Ciel feel somewhat uncomfortable. Used to wearing rough, thick clothes before, she felt unaccustomed to such clothes.

Felt like in a fight, just a couple of pulls and the clothes would rip, very impractical.

“It will be paired with a cloak... don’t move around.” Avena was already holding the pendant, walking before Ciel.

Hearing Avena’s words, Ciel also lowered her hands, obediently standing in place like a “dressing doll.”

Avena opened the pendant’s clasp, held both ends of the chain, used the back of her hand to sweep all of Ciel’s long hair behind her back, her hands circling around Ciel’s neck.

“You... how much height do these boots add?” Ciel slowly looked up, looking at Avena’s nose tip, couldn’t help but complain slightly.

Previously, she didn’t feel Avena was this much taller than her, wasn’t it just a little bit taller?

Hearing Ciel’s words, Avena subconsciously lowered her head. Their noses touched. They could feel each other’s breath.

This action made both pause for three or four seconds. Only after Avena felt Ciel’s hands slowly wrap around her slender waist did Avena take a deep breath, slowly turn her face sideways, and lower her head.

The pendant had long slipped from Avena’s hand, hanging on the lace in front of Ciel. This feeling of looking down on Ciel, taking the initiative, gave Avena unprecedented pleasure. Just as she hooked Ciel’s neck with one hand, wanting to press the back of Ciel’s head with the other, she felt herself being gently pushed.

Avena, whose strength couldn’t compare to Ciel’s, instantly retreated step by step. Her footing unstable, she almost fell backwards.

But Ciel’s hands were very strong, steadily supporting Avena’s waist, gently lowering her, letting Avena sit on the stool behind her.

In an instant, the situation completely reversed. The person looking down became Ciel.

A sense of defeat enveloped Avena. She seemed about to counterattack, lightly opening her mouth about to bite Ciel’s lips, but this action, instead, made her the one completely defeated.